Plato Quotes

Romantic love is mental illness. But it's a pleasurable one.

In love - it sounded like a sickness without any cure, and wasn't that just how it sometimes felt?

Love is an incurable disease. In love, there is permanent suffering. Those who love and those who are happy are not the same.

Sorrow is implicit in love as gravitation is implicit in mass.

Where there is love, there is bound to be heartache.

I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal.

Love is like fever; it comes and goes without the will having any part of the process.

Comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love.

How can I be reasonable? To me our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only an episode.

I only sleep with people I love, which is why I have insomnia.

I had fallen too far. I was in love with Rush Finlay.

Love is a kind of dementia with very precise and oft-repeated clinical symptoms.

The first love is the difficult love.

Hell's afloat in lover's tears.

If you are going through something with one of your parents, you know that there is this feeling inside you constantly that something is wrong. Even if you want to pretend that it doesn't matter to you or you don't care, the truth of the matter is that you do, because they are your parents and you love them.

Breakups are still uncomfortable, period, and especially when you really are in love with somebody. They are not the easiest things to deal with, and once you break up, you're trying to get used to not being with that person.

Everyone knows that when you go through a divorce, it's a really difficult time for both parties and you've all - you believe, you both believe, individually, that you've put your best into it.

In regards to your love life, you're just entering into a whole of pain if you talk about it. If you've never said anything, there are no sound bites to haunt you when you're crying into a box of Kleenex after it all goes wrong.

In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression.

Many people from many different walks of life have marriages that break up, and those are deeply personal, deeply painful but ultimately private matters.

When you're going through a divorce it's hard.

It is comparatively easy to leave a mistress, but very hard to be left by one.

You say that love is nonsense. I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.

Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you